Fucking idiots.

"Alright, everyone, take out your books and turn to page 407."

It's always the same damned thing, waste your entire notebook writing down notes from a book that thinks it being smart.

"I want you all to read chapter 9-6 and write notes for every paragraph."

Of course, you're never going to tell us about that essay you want us to write.

"Don't forget the vocab, alright? Get to work everybody." The blonde's saggy arms squished.

"Ma'am, is that all our homework for tonight?" a stray voice called.

"Raise your hand!" she responded, fat ass resting behind a computer. Instead of the question getting an answer, the class rose with chatter.

Lip pouted out, bottom teeth dripping with lipstick. Red nails anxious to escape the liver spots, horn rimmed lens reflecting manly abs. Round brows laughing above the eye whiskers, lusty heel taps bouncing the pot belly.

Taking in every bit of it, the guy loved it. An evolved form of the fuck heads around.

"Hey, Misaki, you've been staring at the teacher for a while. You okay?" Number 1 asked.

"Really? I'm sorry Sumi, I'm just tired." Not too big of a lie.

"Sleep more then, or is that landlord of you keeping you up?" Number 1 winked, nudging Misaki.

"S…shut up!"

Just one more day, then the weekend. Just one more freaking day…

"I will, if you do your homework."

"What are you? My mom?"

"More like a dad." Fucking lame.

"Haha, very funny Sumi." Misaki smiled. Number 1 nodded, scribbling down more notes.

Leaning back, the young adult counted the infinity of blue dots littering the ceiling.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6 ,7, 8

"Some chick just yelled at Devil Kamijou!"

"No way, what happened?"

9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

"What did she say?"

"I heard she had a mental breakdown and started yelling at everybody, called Devil something really bad though."

"Oh my god, how the hell did she not get expelled?"

16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

"She ran off, my friend just texted it to me. She was there."

"Who was she?"

22, 23, 24, 25, 26

"Blue Coke."

"What the hell's that?"

"No, that's her freaking name idiot."

27, 28, 29, 30

"Mrs. Dolin." Misaki's voice was heard, uncared for.

"What?" She jerked.

31, 32, 33-

"May I use the restroom?"

"That's worth ten extra credit points."

Misaki was already out the door, padding to the little boy's room.

Each step pierced into the peace, simple breath slapping ankles, denials hostile. Misaki's bottom hit the floor, "Smell's Like Teenage Spirit" dangling against the wall.

Guy sure was pissed, unlucky dude, branded with sight.

The loose headphone was plugged into Misaki's ear, feet tapping a steady rhyme.

I feel stupid and contagious

Me too man.

I'm worse at what I do best

Thinking?

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Don't wanna see huh? Well, who the fuck does?

I forget just why I taste. And yeah, I guess it makes me smile.

A denial, a denial, a denial, a

Heaven reached its end, headphones hitting the floor. Grey eyes hit Misaki, arched brows laughing.

"Smell's Like Teen Spirit, huh?" The chick asked.

"Uh, yeah!" Misaki smiled.

What are you going to be, number 23?

"Don't bullshit yourself," She snickered. "Or else you go fucking nuts."

"And how would you know that?"Misaki countered.

"Do I look sane to you?" She questioned, sitting beside him.

"No, not really." Misaki replied, glancing at the fiery head of blue hair.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"What did I say earlier?"

"Fine, people."

"Oh really now?" The pair of freckled breasts laughed. "And why would you be doing such a silly thing?"

"They're stupid."

"No shit Sherlock." She grunted.

"And boring."

"Why don'tcha just number em then?"

"I do."

"As do I." She sighed. "Hey, do you have "Dumb" by Nirvana?"

"Yeah." Two budded ears the same, just as the eyes were. Knuckles rocking the floor, lips mouthing thought, smelling the sweat.

"Hey kid, ever think what's the point?"

"The point?"

"Well, thinking everyone's stupid. Why do it if it just hurts? "

Misaki blinked. "Dunno, I just don't want to lose it. Knowing how pointless it is, I don't want to be dumb again."

"Life's too short, I'm Blue by the way."

"Cool, I'm Misaki."

"Well Misaki, I'm off. See you later man." Blue shot up, skipping away.

"Yeah, later."

Life too short, or too long?

The dark tiles shone, light shining off a nearby mirror. Getting up, the young adult glanced over at his smile.


"Mornin Usagi," Misaki yawned.

"Mornin, hey, is this yours?" Usagi asked, handing a piece of paper to him.

Hey Misaki, thanks for the song. You're not don't have to be dumb you know.

-Blue

"It's nothing, must've fallen out of my pocket."

"Hey, got the paper?"

"Yeah." Tossing it, Misaki flipped the TV on.

"Hey Misaki, something big happened at your school."

A pretty newswoman appeared, fluttering those fake lashes.

"I'm Joyce Mitoko, here with the 9 am news. In recent news, a girl by the name of Blue Coke was found dead in Mitsuhashi University, having had jumped off a building. Witnesses have report her willingly laughing and shouting at the sky. There's footage of the act, however, what you see may disturb you and is not suitable for children."

A loud shatter had Usagi swinging around, remote sticking out of the TV.

"Misaki? What's going on?!" Usagi got up, but froze.

"She was right."

"Right?"

"Too short."

"What's to short?"

"Life." Trembling, tears dribbled down Misaki's chin. "Beautiful."


Yo, I've been thinking too much, so here's a story. I don't care if you get it or do, just think (something many people don't do anymore).